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i'm back on hometurf.
bye bye to pancake breakfasts.
bye bye the lovely New York Times.
bye bye to five minutes of repeating 'Joanna, wake up.. Joanna, wake up' in addition to her alarm every morning.
bye bye to handwashing knickers.
bye bye to bleary eyed nighttime sessions of watching CNN in hushed Greyhound stations.
bye bye to wearing the same pair of cut off shorts every. single. day.
bye bye to couchsurfing friends made along the day.
bye bye to 20% tipping culture.
bye bye to map reading.
bye bye to piggly wiggly.
bye bye to denny's. we really, really loved you.
bye bye to singing superfast jellyfish in unison.

I guess this is where things go back to normal? Joanna and I shall return to our own cities and phone calls shall resume in place of 24/7 company. I'm currently running on adrenaline with jet lag and one hour of kip converging to create a feeling of almost drunk sleepy haze. Time to throw myself into my closet, running my fingers through the multiple morning dressing options I've been reunited with. And snooze.

I miss you already America. Hand on heart I really do. But I'd forgotten I owned these many shoes!